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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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[ abathur: end me
mal: wow mood ]
The hellhound has no intentions of helping the small band of three, she already can’t exactly walk the best, she’s not about to use a working leg for.. this. Malkyn can’t see what’s falling out of the box and by the way Leroy (she shudders inwardly as the name ‘roy’) is cursing and snarling, she’s not sure she wants to see anyway.
Abathur on the other hand, can’t frighten the hellhound. Not because she was bigger than him but just.. she can’t see him. Not to mention, she feels as if she’s known him from somewhere else. Of which she can’t place right now but the large spider is familiar. Malkyn settles down to sit somewhere nearby, humming faintly and just listening to the conversation, soft clicking coming from her direction. Just loud enough for her to know what the fuck was going on.
Then Leroy’s being scolded, the defensive tones in Vingerie’s voice making the hound tip her head slightly in curiousity. (And humor, she thinks.) Malkyn sighs a little before she pulls herself to her feet, limping over to the trio and stopping just short of stepping on some things that had fallen. ”I see you’ve met our resident scientist.” She comments smoothly on the arachnid now settled at her side, head turned in Leroy’s direction.
”I would help but,” She doesn’t make it a point to gesture to herself because she finishes her sentence without skipping much of a beat or batting an eye. ”I really couldn’t care less.” Was it unneccesary? Yes, of course. But she’s twitchy and hungry, aggressive and impulsive and Gods, she wants to relax but she can’t because they’re back.
And she’s not safe.
mal: wow mood ]
The hellhound has no intentions of helping the small band of three, she already can’t exactly walk the best, she’s not about to use a working leg for.. this. Malkyn can’t see what’s falling out of the box and by the way Leroy (she shudders inwardly as the name ‘roy’) is cursing and snarling, she’s not sure she wants to see anyway.
Abathur on the other hand, can’t frighten the hellhound. Not because she was bigger than him but just.. she can’t see him. Not to mention, she feels as if she’s known him from somewhere else. Of which she can’t place right now but the large spider is familiar. Malkyn settles down to sit somewhere nearby, humming faintly and just listening to the conversation, soft clicking coming from her direction. Just loud enough for her to know what the fuck was going on.
Then Leroy’s being scolded, the defensive tones in Vingerie’s voice making the hound tip her head slightly in curiousity. (And humor, she thinks.) Malkyn sighs a little before she pulls herself to her feet, limping over to the trio and stopping just short of stepping on some things that had fallen. ”I see you’ve met our resident scientist.” She comments smoothly on the arachnid now settled at her side, head turned in Leroy’s direction.
”I would help but,” She doesn’t make it a point to gesture to herself because she finishes her sentence without skipping much of a beat or batting an eye. ”I really couldn’t care less.” Was it unneccesary? Yes, of course. But she’s twitchy and hungry, aggressive and impulsive and Gods, she wants to relax but she can’t because they’re back.
And she’s not safe.
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD CHASER — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]